Fang Xuanling was defeated.
His gentleman sword was also torn into cracks by the tiger claws.
The other Bei Liao warriors on the battlefield also began to transform into the beastly original state of the demon clan.
For a moment, it was as if a beast tide broke out, with strange noises coming one after another.
There is a giant bear roaring.
There are falcons calling.
There were wolves howling.
Even giant scorpions and crabs appeared.
Such a formation really shocked the Zhou cavalry.
This shock caused the wild beasts to counterattack.
In this battle, the Northern Liao orcs once again gradually gained the upper hand.
Although the Great Zhou cavalry was at a disadvantage in terms of realm, number and physique.
But the cavalry of the Great Zhou relied on the faith in divinity in their hearts and fought the enemy to the death with tenacity.
This battle situation is still difficult to determine.
The key to victory or defeat lies in the battle between the strongest.
If Iron Tiger King Yelu Danfeng wins, he'll be free to deal with the other Great Zhou cavalry...
That will be the end of the Great Zhou Iron Cavalry!
vice versa.
If the Gentleman Sword Fang Xuanling wins, then the Northern Liao warrior will undoubtedly be defeated.
Unfortunately.
Fang Xuanling was still no match for the beast-like Yelu Danfeng.
The two clashed several more times.
The sharpness of the tiger claws made the long sword in Junzijian's hand in a state of breaking at any time.
"hateful!"
"The most troublesome thing about orcs is that they can transform into beast form."
"That armor is as thick as the face of a certain boss!"
Despite being depressed, Junzijian still raised his sword and went towards the Armored Tiger.
"The secret of the Gentleman Sword is self-improvement!"
This is the highest state of mind of a gentleman, a gentleman should be self-reliant!
No matter how big the difficulties are, the person you should rely on the most is yourself.
Fang Xuanling's Gentleman Sword, splashed with ink, spelled out two words:
"Self-reliance!"
These two words are no longer just powerful, but so powerful that they can be felt through the paper.
The word is Gentleman Sword, Gentleman Sword is these two words!
Faced with such a powerful attack, King Tiehu did not hesitate at all.
He paid the highest tribute to his enemy.
That is to kill the enemy with your strongest move.
Orcs in the Holy Emperor realm can transform into phantoms of ferocious beasts.
“Roar~~~!”
The tiger's roar shook the surroundings.
In front of the giant tiger, a hundred-meter-long shadow of a giant tiger appeared.
This giant tiger, like an ancient white tiger, has extraordinary momentum.
"The tiger is coming down the mountain!"
King Tiehu rushed towards Gentleman Sword like crazy.
The word "self-reliance" was shattered under the attack of such a ferocious beast.
In the end, the White Tiger Phantom won.
But it was only a pyrrhic victory.
The phantom of the white tiger turned into ashes at an extremely fast speed.
Yelu Danfeng is only at the second level of the Saint Emperor Realm, and cannot maintain the phantom of a real dragon for a long time like Empress Tianning.
“Tread~~!”
“Tread~~!”
“Tread~~!”
The Iron-Armored Tiger took heavy steps and came in front of Fang Xuanling.
At this moment, the Gentleman Sword had already been severely damaged by the impact of the tiger coming down the mountain.
Yelu Danfeng looked at Fang Xuanling lying on the ground, his eyes still filled with respect:
"With the seventh level of the King Realm, you forced me, who is at the Saint Emperor Realm, into this situation."
"I have to say, you deserve the word self-reliance."
"At the same level, you will be the winner."
"But, you will die here today."
The Iron Tiger King raised his giant claws and slapped towards the Gentleman Sword.
There was no trace of fear in Fang Xuanling's eyes.
He even laughed heartily:
“Hahahahahaha!”
"I finally understand why that great man acted this way. This is what makes me constantly seek growth in this life-or-death crisis!"
"I thought he was deliberately playing dumb, but I didn't expect that he chose to sacrifice himself for us."
This gentleman sword looked at the claws without any worry in his eyes:
"You can't kill me."
"On the contrary, if I can't defeat you, you will have to face the true supreme power!"
Yelu Danfeng didn't understand what this guy was talking about.
He just thought that this was Jun Zijian's madness before his death and didn't take it seriously.
As long as he strikes down with this tiger claw, the Gentleman Sword will surely fall.
At that time, he could turn around and slaughter all the Zhou cavalry.
But just when Yelu Danfeng's tiger claws were about to hit the Gentleman Sword, thirty-one flying swords suddenly flew out from the sky.
“Chi~~~!”
“Chi~~~!”
“Chi~~~!”
These thirty-one flying swords swept the battlefield swiftly.
Anyone above the king would be pierced through the vitals by the flying sword at this moment and carried away.
Even Yelu Danfeng was no exception.
Before his tiger claws could strike down, they were cut off by a flying sword.
“Ah~~~!”
The flying sword emitted a dazzling golden light, which made him tremble in his heart.
Seeing himself being chopped off by the tiger's claws like an ant, Yelu Danfeng looked at the miserable state of the Northern Liao warriors. He could not help but roar in horror and anger:
"What the hell is this??"
Fang Xuanling said lightly:
"This is the true supreme power!"
The Iron Tiger King remembered something.
The legendary wise and powerful King Qin of the Zhou Dynasty.
Could it be that guy?
But when he looked forward, he only saw Lu Shilin still fighting.
There is no change in the first level of Fengzun Realm.
“Not him???”
Before he had time to think, the flying sword that cut off the tiger's claws came towards him again.
“Chi~~~!”
A sword flew out and pierced Yelu Danfeng's demon pill.
“Ah~~~!”
In this great suffering, the Iron Tiger King regained his human form.
He became an ordinary person with a weak breath and a broken arm.
At this moment, he is no different from an ant.
"who......."
This was the only word he could utter as he struggled with the pain.
The flying sword's response was simply to pierce through his shoulder and carry him away from the battlefield.
This battle ended in a very strange way.
The soldiers of the Great Zhou were still clearing out the scum below the king level, but Lu Shilin stopped.
He looked at the thirty-two flying swords and couldn't help but smile.
It turns out that this brother-in-law is trying to play this trick on us!
......
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